It never happened that way.Let me set the story straight about the characters first and then I''ll tell you the real story, not the fictionalized vers...on that asshole came up with.First—there's me, Ebeneezer Scrooge. I wasn't the old miser that asshole portrayed me to be. I was a fit man in his late forties who took good care of himself and actually portrayed Kris Kringle at the Church for the kids every year. I was outgoing and gregarious. As for my business habits, Marley and I were partners. Not since the lipstick on the day we met has she ever done anything to look different to what she is. She actually asked me if she should try, but I refused. "We can't live a lie," I said. "I love you for who you are and if people can't deal with that then it is their problem."But as I said, it did dampen the enjoyment a bit. So when Jess called me to say that she and Jonathan had found 'the house' and could I please come and have a look, I got Joyce to rebook us to go home a few days early via. As he crawled on the bed, my wife ended the assault on my balls and took my cock back into mouth. Her hands immediately started pulling at the back of my thighs again, prodding me to trust my shaft into her mouth again. As I began to move my tool again, I continued to hold her legs up and open for our friend. As he moved into position, she let out low groans of impending pleasure. Finally in place, he paused for a second with his dick less than an inch from his target, his hand pointing it with. They took pictures of my entire body. It seems Bill had left dental imprints on me as well as sperm and saliva, and skin under my nails for DNA analysis. I was grateful for that, I figured it would help me force him to toe the line. The Doctor examined my nipples very closely. “Did they use clamps on your nipples?”“Yes.” I told them, “Like little pliers, with hair ties added.” He held up a hemostat and I nodded. “Yes, like those. That’s how he forced me to open my mouth, then swallow when he.